I trusted you.
I gave you my all and you just back stab me like I was nothing.
Did the hours I put in trying to fix us not help?
I stayed up for nights wondering when you were gonna be home.
What’s your excuse this time?
You had a little too much to drink and stayed at a friends house?
You and your friends were too high off of god knows what and you didn’t want to come home?
Or maybe it’s that you lost track of time?
I’m done with the bullshit lies.
I can smell the perfume on your neck that isn’t mine,
And those faint lipstick marks on your body don’t help your case either.
Your pupils are dilated so far you could see past all the stars in the goddamn galaxy,
And your hair all messed up like someone was playing with it.
Was she worth it?
Was she better than me?
Am I not good enough for you?